Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
He loved the way she wasn’t overly thin, that she had womanly curves and was soft… feminine. He could grip onto her wide hips, his fingers sinking into her supple flesh. He was kicking himself in the ass, had been ever since he’d missed out on claiming her as his.
“Give me your hand, Claire. Obey me, baby.”
She was breathing so hard her breasts rising and falling fast. He snatched her wrist in his hand, brought her fingers to his nose, and inhaled deeply. The scent of her cunt—wet, musky, potent—had pre-cum seeping from the tip of his cock, his need to thrust into her tight, hot body nearly having him mount her right here. He ran his tongue over her fingers, licking the cream from the digits while he gazed into her eyes.
“I’ve been missing this taste, Claire. Been missing you, baby.” Big moved his hand down her belly, over her trimmed mound, and slipped two fingers into her soaking pussy. He finger-fucked her and loved that she moaned, cried out louder, longer, and begged him for more.
“Yes, Big. God, yes.”
He ground his teeth together trying to control himself. “Is this what you want, Claire baby?”
She nodded.
“You want me controlling you and telling you what to do. Giving you the pain you need?”
“Yes,” she whispered and then moaned.
With his other hand, he gripped her hair and set the belt aside. He dug his fingers into her hair, tugging on the strands, watching her eyes grow wide with her arousal and pain. Leaning down, Big ran his tongue along her lips before sliding inside her mouth, claiming her there as well. They fucked each other with their tongues and lips.
Big sucked her tongue into his mouth and finger-fucked her at the same time, loving the little sounds escaping her.
“Come on, baby, tell me what I want to hear. What you want to say,” he gritted the words out.
She breathed harder, moaned louder. “Yes, Big,” she moaned against his mouth. “You’re what I want…this is what I want.”
Spreading his fingers wide, he added a third digit inside her pussy, scissoring them. He moved his thumb over her clit, stroking the nub, rubbing it back and forth. Her pussy tightened around his fingers, her muscles clenching around him.
She was close to coming. He could feel it in her body, see it on her face. But Big wasn’t going to let her get off this easily. Claire needed to earn it, beg for it, and only then would Big give it to her.
“I want you on the bed, Claire. I want you submitting to me fully.” He removed his fingers from her pussy and let go of her hair.
She obeyed him right away, her breasts shaking slightly as she moved past him and on to the mattress.
“On your knees, your ass facing me, your legs spread so I can see that cunt, Claire.”
Within seconds, she was kneeling on the bed, her ass right in front of him, her tight asshole, pussy, and clit obscenely on display.
He saw her gripping the sheets beneath her. The way her skin tightened and her knuckles turned white let him know she was anticipating this. He intended to fuck her until she couldn’t walk, until she was so sore between her thighs she couldn’t even sit without still feeling his cock in her.
By the time the end of the night came, she wasn’t going to even think about ever leaving him again.
Claire was his old lady, she’d always be his old lady, and nothing would stop him from fully claiming her, not even himself.
He came close to her, smoothed his hands down her ass, over her thighs, and breathed out slowly. He glided his fingers over her pussy. “You’re so wet for me. So fucking soaked and primed for my cock, Claire.”
“I’m only like this for you, Big.”
“And that’s how it should be.” He fingered her for a few seconds, loving the wet sound her pussy made as her body sucked at his digits. “Do you want me to hurt you?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation.
“Make you tear up and cry out to stop, but then know you want more?”
“Yes. God yes, Big.”
His whole body was taut, his muscles straining, his cock harder than it had been in years. “I want to hear you scream, Claire. I want to hear you plead for more.” He thrust his fingers into her harder. “I want to make you remember how it used to be with us.”
He grabbed the belt off the bed again, wrapped it in his hand, around his fingers until it hurt, and brought it down on the rounded flesh of her ass.
She cried out and jumped from the contact, her little whimper the only sound he heard but a noise that had him nearly coming right then.
He brought his belt up again, bringing it down on her bottom, and then on her thighs. Over and over, he spanked her, the sound of leather slapping her flesh erotic.